A Minnesota Winter ‘Outhouse’ Poem
A Minnesota Winter 'Outhouse' Poem
(poem origin: -unknown)
The result of 'Cabin-Fever'? Maybe!
It's winter in Minnesota,
and the gentle breezes blow
70 miles per hour at 52 below!
Oh, how I love Minnesota
When the snow's up to your butt;
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose is frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
You may think I'm a fool.
I could never leave Minnesota,
Cause I'm frozen to the stool.
poem origin: -unknown
(special thanks to Steve Juno)
Happy January Thaw! -Steve
The Outhouse Song